these passing moments with you

Basilisk led her through the gorge and up the north west opening out into the Rogue lands. Her warm fuzzy coat made especially for her last winter kept her nice and warm for this trek. As her toes touched the snow she wondered if she should get boots like Makara has.

“You're a different wolf now to the one that left your desert. Would you go back and face the past as you are now if you could?” Ignita heard him ask as they trekked their way northward.

"Oh! I never thought of that actually..." She replied and let her mind work on the idea. "I don't know... Not on my own. I honestly don't see a reason why I would go back. There's nothing there for me. I don't need the closure if that's what you're suggesting." She mused, fording the gathering snow banks and using his trail to walk through the difficult terrain.

She looked up to catch sight of their destination, but suddenly gasped as she saw the peaks of massive pillars rising over the horizon as they crested a snowy hill. The wind bit at her ears and toes but she was hardly bothered when she saw the mazzive frozen lake! The moon reflects off the surface like a mirror.

"What is this place called?" She asked, hopping her way forward to come alongside him. "What could have made these pillars? Are they ice or rock?" She mused hopping over a bank to a pillar close to the shoreline.

"Basilisk" | "Ignita"